Monday, September 28, 2020

#448 L'ombre Céleste

The sky comes on little fog feet. It pauses for maximum visual impact before moving on round the corner & then disappearing down the alleyway.

Sunday, September 27, 2020

#447 The Encounter

What fundamentalist church do the bilboquets belong to? Is this an awkward preamble in that once-a-year formal meeting at which the offspring are instructed who their lifetime partner will be? Are there other opportunities to encounter members of another gender outside of gospel rallies & church hall meetings? How often do they hold dances? Do they hold dances? Could this be actually a prelude to a dance, both sides uncertain how to proceed to better know one another without yet getting too close? Why is the outside angry? Where are the walls to shut it out. Who defines forever? When will the curtain be drawn?

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

#446 The Cicerone

Instead of a trident he holds a candelabra. Instead of candles it holds apartment buildings — not large ones, just three storeys each. In- stead of residents, they hold stories. For a small fee, the cicerone will recount them. A few cents more, & he'll embellish with special effects.

Saturday, September 19, 2020

#445 L'heure d'été

Maybe it depends upon the country you live in. But instead of images of sunburnt masculinity, a perfume called Summertime in these parts conjures up those several fevers whose vector is mosquitoes. Plus heat. & either humidity, the occasional hurri- cane, lots of rain, or else an infinite dryness that brings only drought, depending on which specific part of the land you live on. The smell of summertime is usually sweat — & where's the poetry in that?

Saturday, September 12, 2020

#444 Le Fin du Temps

The end of time presents as a
simple act of prestidigitation,
able to be reversed by a sequence
of triggers. It wears a black suit
when alone at home; but any time
it ventures out, sequins are de rig-
, in the long-held belief that
the light catching on them will
assist the efficacy of the illusion,
much like movement of the other
hand draws the eye away from
where the legerdemain is actually
being carried out. There are other
disguises. This end of time is pre-
faced by perspective done on the
cheap — the faux wood floor tilts
upwards, & seemingly sitting a-
top its sloping edge is a rococo
frame. Not with an inset mirror;
instead an oval piece of plywood
with symmetrical jigsawn decor-
ation. It is a mirror, though. Look
into it & see laid out how time runs
backwards now. Turn round & look
ahead. That distant dot is time's end.

Saturday, September 05, 2020

#443 The Secret Life III

Rodents & small humans
inhabit the tunnel that runs
beneath the clouds. They are
currently extinct, though the
occasional fossil may still be
found. A plucked stalactite
rests against the wall that holds
the outside in. There are four
openings out into a potential
void — hard to be sure, since
each has a screensaver which
is full of clouds — that take it
in turns to show newsreels
of previous wars. The size of
the openings determines what
centuries the newsreels date
from. Screening times will
be written on the blackboard
when the clouds wake up.